My Life

This is my life story (what I can remember), leading up to my belief in God. This is all true, but you can take it or leave it, it has always been your individual choice.

When I was about 3 years old, I caught pneumonia and died. According to the doctors, I was legally dead, but due to some unknown miracle, I started breathing again. I was brought back to life. This was told to me by my mother, when I was old enough to remember. I don’t remember this personally, but I believe my mother would have no reason to make something like this up, since we were a non-religious family.

Also when I was about 3 years old, I do remember a flood of water, up to the windows of my parents car, it scared me to death, that I can remember it to this day, like it happen yesterday. We lived in Key West, Florida, where this does happen.

From 3-11 years of age, I was a good kid, who loved life and my parents were proud.

When I was about 12-16 years of age, I started hanging out with the wrong type of kids. I started stealing, lying, smoking cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, sex and rock & roll. I was getting into all kinds of trouble, but I knew something wasn’t right. God had instilled into my heart the 10 commandments, like he does for every child when they are born. Even though, I did not believe in God, I still felt something was wrong. At 16, I realized I was becoming an alcoholic and had to make a change.

Also at two occasions during this age group, I fell on a bottle and seriously hurt myself, once cutting my thumb off and another time slicing my wrist all the way across and could have easily bled to death. At 19 years of age, I ran my hand through a machine at work, smashing it flat as a pancake; the doctors were amazed there were no broken bones. They thought they would have to cut it off though, but within 6 months, I not only survived this and the many more damaging things I did to my body, but I also have full function of my hands including both thumbs.

From 21-40, I did a lot of partying, getting drunk and having sex. I did a lot of wrongful (sinful) things in my life, I even overdosed on drugs (at 16 years of age), tried to commit suicide at about 35 years of age. I am not proud of this, and believe me, when Satan gets a hold of you, he can make you do things without knowing you’re doing them. I drove cars recklessly during my teen years, and been in many accidents that should have taken my life.

From 40-50, I finally started settling down and just working and existing, no more, a boring life, waiting for the end.

I did not know about God.

How do I know this is true, that God really saved me?
Just a few notes to think about:

1) I’m still alive

2) It’s been 7 years from my mother’s death to my salvation (Gods perfect number)

3) I always felt him inside me, I just didn’t know it was him

4) I put all my trust in God one day in court, and only God could have done what I seen that day (Not guilty for not wearing a seat belt ticket, without any witnesses)

5) My Baptism:
A) God opened the Bible to Psalm 23 before going to church that morning (Baptism is about suffering and dying and being reborn with our sins forgiven)
B) Upon coming out of the water, my dear friend and friend of my mother was visited by my mother’s spirit on her way to heaven, dressed in white and ever so peaceful and happy (I had been praying for my mother’s salvation and on that wonderful day, not only I, but my mother as well was saved).
C) Even Satan tried to stop me, by stopping the heater and making the water ice cold, but when I came out of that water, my heart was filled with so much joy from God, I could no longer feel the coldness from the devil.

6) I asked him; Is this really you lord, and not my imagination? He answered me by sending me 25 “Yes” messages from 25 friends on facebook that I have never spoke to.

7) I asked him one day, what is missing in the church? He answered me the next day; open hearts, sincerity, true faith (read my page on “missing in church” to learn more).

8) One night, I was ready to go to sleep. God wouldn't let me, he was filling my head with so much knowledge, I asked him to please stop and let me sleep. It wasn't until I got excited and accepted what he was giving to me, he finally let me sleep. I fell right to sleep at that moment. The next few days, I put it all down on paper and wrote the book Meaning of Life . Believe me, this was given to me from God himself

Very few people have actually had the privilege of hearing Gods voice and I am not one of them. That is why I asked the question in number 6 above. God does work in a lot of different ways and we have to be ready when he speaks to us, no matter how he chooses to communicate. I thank God for not actually choosing to verbally communicate with me, I think I would have had a heart attack and not be able to pass this on. Do you think you could hear Gods voice and survive, I couldn’t.

God is real and I will spend the remainder of my days serving him and sharing his love and words of wisdom to anybody who will open their hearts and listen.

If I am wrong, then so be it. But if I am right, and even though I am not worthy of his love with all that I have done in my first 50 years, I am realizing God is gracious, loving, kind and forever forgiving and I can’t wait to meet him. But, till that day comes, I will do whatever God asks of me, in Jesus’ name, for the rest of my days.

May God be with you, one and all, fill your hearts with joy and knowledge, as he has done for me, and shall you find it in yourselves to pass this on, as well as Gods love, this is all God asks.

God Bless You!

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